Last night was fire. You’ve never felt someone be so gentle yet hard and passionate with you. He bended you over after club. Now you two were in hotel room’s bed early in the morning. He was lay-sitting on the bed, talking to someone in phone while you were clinging onto him, his hand on your back.

He was watching tv live performance of BBC channel. In the tv policeman were handcuffing a man, who, as you understood by man’s phone conversation, was a person he knew. What you werent expecting was that the man you slept with was a Don of Mafia

He was caressing your body in a mixed way, as if using you just to keep his hand busy while talking to the phone

“he’s arrested, who’ll pay me with his weed?”